


Gust gushed through windows with no glasses
Rumbling sky signaled swift changes
Blank pages rustle in mid classes
Rain and storm arrange their exchanges

Literary tyros in despair
By the absence of their teacher
Classroom blocks in bad shape, to repair
Yet, we sing about getting richer

Bare blackboards portray our state of mind
Banged empty heads will have nothing to give
We watch the clock tick on, as hours wind
Bracing unread volumes with a heave

Get the hulking loads moved out your way
Like in exams, no short cut will do
Than to read, that is all I can say
More so, to you in the upper two

Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
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Not sure if the upper two are any the happier for being there.
I would love to put windows in your schools.
Your theme is a good one and the whole of your world should shout a lot louder.
Scream at those raping the land of minerals they cannot use them properly themselves, but they keep others in poverty to suit their own ends not the worlds, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Not bd. Keep on writng!

